From His Fake Wife to Billionaire Heiress Chapter 48: Devastating News

The medical report indicated that prior to this hemorrhaging incident, the patient's uterine function had already been severely impaired due to the long-term use of a particular type of birth control pill. The endometrium was extremely thin. And this time, for some unknown reason, she took a potent blood-activating drug during her menstrual cycle. The combination of these two factors caused almost catastrophic deep-seated damage.

Lucas leafed through the thin medical report in disbelief. He couldn't fully comprehend the cold medical terms and data on it, but the last few lines of the conclusion were crystal-clear and harsh.

"Severe damage to the basal layer of the endometrium. Deep-seated trauma. A very low probability of recovery."

Based on the assessment, the patient had essentially lost her normal reproductive capacity.

Lucas' mind went blank. He couldn't process the information for a long time.

"Mr. Ashford, you're the patient's husband. You should be aware of her medication history, like long-term use of birth control pills, right?"

After a loud buzzing in his head, Lucas almost instinctively nodded. But then he came to his senses.

"No, I don't know," he denied right away. "I'm swamped with work. I hardly ever pay attention to that kind of stuff..."

Then his face turned ashen. He suddenly realized what Isolde was really implying.

He had been secretly giving Riley birth control pills because he was scared she'd get pregnant.

This time, Riley was taking fertility drugs during her period. But the pills she ended up taking had been switched. The switched pills were bad, and the one who switched them was Sophia.

Lucas broke out in a cold sweat.

"Mr. Ashford?" Isolde spoke up again when she saw him standing there, stunned. "Since you have absolutely no idea about your wife's medication history, and she has indeed suffered serious physical harm from long-term use of some drug, and even this time someone gave her such a high-dose medication... from a professional perspective, I suggest you call the police right away.

"Let the authorities look into it and find out who has been maliciously drugging your wife over a long period."

"No!"

Lucas almost shouted it out. If the police got involved, one simple investigation would expose everything.

After shouting, he realized he'd lost his cool.

"Doctor," he said calmly. "This is a private matter between my wife and me. Don't worry about it, and definitely don't call the police. Your job is to help her recover as soon as possible. Everything else is none of your concern."

"Alright," Isolde said, nodding obediently. She didn't press the issue further. "Since it's a private matter between you and your wife, I naturally won't interfere. But I still need to remind you that the patient has endured a great deal of physical and emotional trauma. Especially after learning that she might not be able to have children, she could be very unstable when she wakes up. As her husband, make sure to comfort and console her."

Lucas kept his composure, even though his emotions were in a turmoil. "Thanks."

With that, he left the office almost as if he was running away.

Watching his figure disappear at the end of the hallway, Isolde didn't hide her disdain. Thinking about Lucas' usually positive public image, she muttered spitefully under her breath, "Pfft, stop pretending to be a nice guy, you jerk."

When Lucas got back to the hospital room, Riley was already awake. Under the hospital lights, her face was still pale as a ghost. Her eyes, which were usually so clear and bright, were now clouded with a vulnerable look.

Lucas felt his throat go dry, and his steps became heavy.

"Riley, you're awake?"

Riley slowly shifted her gaze and focused on his face. In a weak voice, she asked, "Lucas, what did the... doctor say?"

"Nothing serious," Lucas lied softly. "You've just been really tired lately, a bit anemic, and you didn't take good care of yourself during your period, so you fainted. Isolde said once you go home and eat well, you'll be okay."

Riley stared at him silently for a few seconds, then slowly cracked a broken-looking smile.

"Don't lie to me.

"I wasn't completely out.

"I think I heard Isolde and the nurses talking. They said I won't be able to...

"I won't be able to have a baby, will I?"

After she said that, Riley lowered her head and buried her face in her hands. Her thin shoulders started shaking violently. She began to cry.

"Why did this have to happen..."

Lucas couldn't just stand there and do nothing. He stepped forward, reached out his arms, and tried to pull her into his embrace to comfort her.

"Riley, don't be like this. Listen to me..." he said urgently.

"It's okay... even if we don't have kids, I'll still love you. I'll take good care of you for the rest of my life. We'll—"

But just as his hand was about to touch Riley's shoulder,

Riley's crying stopped all of a sudden.

She lifted her tear-streaked eyes and locked them onto the spot below his collar.

There, clearly visible, was a suggestive lipstick stain.

Without a second thought, Riley slapped Lucas hard across the face.

Lucas turned his head, shocked.

"This is how you love me?" Riley demanded angrily.

"Riley... why are you getting so mad all of a sudden?" Lucas held his stinging cheek, still trying to figure out her sudden change in mood.